My brother and I could not have more different learning to read stories.  I was a fluent reader by the age of four.  Keep in mind that I was raised by the village while my mom was in college.  And that Ma Patra valued education. My village included two aunts that were teachers.  Neither one of them played around about ANYTHING.  And I was inquisitive.  I constantly asked what billboards, signs, and books said.  I NEEDED TO KNOW!!!  There was whole world going on around me, and I felt left out. So out came the red books.  It wasn’t hard.  I loved it!  I had found my thing.  I was…